Jill had recently took quite the beating. She didn't know you did too, on that same night, until after she woke up. Who said opposites attract? Both of you beaten by the same monster, on the same night, but on different missions? Call it fate.

Now you two laid in hospital beds, on the opposite sides of the room you guys shared. She had a number of broken ribs, broken shoulder and arm, and a sprained ankle. You had a shattered femur, broken calf and sprained ankle. Don't forget your guy's shared concussions.

At some point, she called across to you.

"I'm hungry," She groaned. "Usually, you're the one who has to make stuff for me."